
The Tension that exists
when you have no child
of your own, but you
have wonderful children
in your life; it is my thorn
in the flesh, to have the love
and relationship as an aunt,
friend, teacher, but those titles,
while blessed and meaningful,
cannot replace the one name
I will never hear whispered
in the nightly exchange
after bedtime prayers,
when a sleepy little one
says in the sweetest
and tenderest voice,
“Goodnight, mommy.”
That longing is my
beautiful ache.

—C.L. Fisher, August 2020
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One’s very own beautiful ache
No other heart can understand
Nor can a kind mind comprehend
And no human touch can soothe
For the pain continues to imbed Itself
To one’s already very tender heart
Like the changing seasons that one lives through
So does the ache comes to be once more felt through
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